Gently whispered
Yet seldom said
With Sleepless nights
And thoughts of dread
It comes to those
That wait to long
Mumbling the words
That came like a song
I have walked its halls
I have come to see
The beast that slumbers
Deep inside of me
So raise a glass
But not to toast
The beast just wants
The final boast
- Author: IDiedLastNight (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 1st, 2017 04:50
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 32
- Users favorite of this poem: Dametre Williams
Comments4
Brilliant.. love it
Thank you kindly
Good write.
Thank you
I can relate, IDLN. I, too harbor a slumbering beast inside of me. I try to avoid disturbing it. Well done poem!
Thank you Louis
Awesome.
Thank you
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